A shaggy dog's story about the city of Taipei

Eric Mader-Lin is a hip, free-ranging literary intellectual who has written a satirical novel about Taiwan's capital that is well worth having a look at

By Bradley Winterton / CONTRIBUTING REPORTER

A Taipei MuttBy Eric Mader-lin303 pagesCheng Shang Publishing House

I picked this book up in a Taipei bookstore. Surely it would be of interest, I thought, and anyway it was only NT$250. As I began to read I saw that the writer had considerable control of style of the tone of voice of his narrator. Here, anyway, was someone who knew what he was doing.

Perhaps, I thought, it was autobiographical, like so many novels. A young American, aged 29, arrives in Taipei to take up a job teaching English. He stumbles through the heat and humidity, but can't find where he's looking for because everything's written in Chinese. Even the Taipei phone book's in Chinese. (How do they arrange the alphabetical order, he wonders). In the end he settles for a cup of tea that appears to contain frogspawn.

The sense of reality doesn't let up when he encounters a fashionably-dressed young woman at a bank, still on his first day in the city, allows himself to get picked up, and accompanies her back to her apartment for a wild sex session. The only strange thing is the number of dogs she has in her yard.

Then suddenly all chances of the book being a simple slice of autobiography disappears as the woman turns out to be a magician, and at the height of their passion changes the man into a dog, and sends him outside to join the others.

What happens next is that the young man, now a dog, starts experiencing the city. He gets hit by a car and spends the night in the entrance to an MRT station. He hangs around in the hope of getting food outside restaurants and noodle stalls. So this was going to be a satire, I thought, the world of Taipei seen from the perspective of a mutt. Well, there were plenty of precedents. From Gulliver's Travels to Alice in Wonderland we've had the absurdities of societies exposed by a simple change of scale. And Franz Kafka's Metamorphosis has the hero waking up to find he's changed into a cockroach. Fair enough. Any story needs a device to hang it on, and this one was certainly as good as any other.

But as I read on I began to wonder. Among the details of Taipei life there were extended fantasies and learned dialogues. What was this, I asked myself. Who was this author? What was he up to? What kind of game was he playing?

The writer was clearly no literary novice tapping away at his computer. He used words like glossolalia, pablum and commensurate. Perhaps it was more autobiographical than I'd supposed after all. The narrator had stated early on that he'd studied Greek and Latin, was passably fluent in French and German, and had written a dissertation on the second-century Greek satirist Lucian. He'd just missed becoming an academic, and thought a spell of language teaching might be more interesting than taxi-driving. Was this, then, in fact a portrait of Eric Mader-Lin himself?

The plot soon settled down to something not uncommon in the annals of fiction, the search for the perfect woman. The dog believes the only time he is going to be changed back into a man is at the same moment of sexual ecstasy in which the change occurred in the other direction. A woman is needed, therefore, who'll so love her mutt that she'll allow him to sleep alongside her, on her bed, and maybe even in it. The rest, with luck, will follow naturally.

He soon identifies the object of his desire, all of 15 probably, and her scent like electric nectar. As she stoops down to stroke him, he responds by licking her ankle. "Let's break all the laws we can," he pants, "because laws, you know, laws were made as grist for the mill of our entwined legs. We'll grind the laws to pulp between the thrashing of our parts. We were made to do just this. So let's start now, you darling slut. Let's start walking right this minute...." And he goes on to list all the women -- Shakespeare's Juliet, Mary Queen of Scots, Cleopatra -- who got laid at his admirer's age or younger.